Our experiences keep nearly colliding. I had a mojito cupcake there this time last week, and it was a hell of an experience, in all the best ways. I feel hungry and slightly drunk just thinking about it now.

The man at the counter gave me a free cupcake when I stopped in looking for a job earlier in April. It made me so happy I've been trying to write a thank-you poem ever since. (Charles Gibson Jr's ghost is haunting my dreams, telling me that it is a good idea to write odes. At least he never slimes me or turns into the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man.) Perhaps this weekend.